In the winding streets of uncertainty
I wander aimlessly in search of familiarity
Whichever shop I hesitantly enter
There are but strangers
Strangers selling strangest of objects
Penniless and empty!
As I rush out embarrassed with myself
The mind in me wonders
Is that really what I wanted ?
Once the rosy flush of novelty fades away !
Once the rosy flush of novelty fades away !
What will I do with all the strangeness
Penniless As I am; what will I offer in return ?
How will I ever come to know !
If my lonesome heart keeps running away !
In life's embroiling, ever changing bazaar
How long can i keep bargaining with my soul ?
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